Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1474

Chapter 1474: Finally

A figure stood calmly in a field of molten corpses. The ground was glass, and the air sizzled from the heat.

"M-Merek! Y-you already have enough to ascend! W-What else do you need?"

Viscount Merek stared down at the battered man kneeling before him. Despite the sheer devastation around him, his expression barely changed.

"I decide what is necessary... and what is not."

The battered man coughed violently.

"You think you can deal with the consequences of this? The iron faction will not take this lightly. You will di—"

Merek waved his arm.

A tidal burst of molten fire erupted, so hot it looked liquid. The iron viscount’s screams tore through the air as he thrashed about, but Merek simply watched, unblinking, as he became ash.

He calmly raised his gaze. From far behind, his army stared at him with awe and fear. It was to be expected. After all, they had just erased the last major faction in the viscount layer.

The death of the battered man sealed it.

The viscount layer belonged to the Redflames now.

’...Hm? What is this feeling?’

A sudden rush of thrill shot through him. But it wasn’t this victory. He’d led enough massacres to know what that felt like.

This was something else.

Merek paused his thoughts as his generals approached with tensed faces.

"My lord..."

They dropped to their knees as they reached him, bowing deeply.

"What is it?"

"...ahem."

Merek narrowed his eyes, seeing their hesitation. The temperature began to climb.

"I won’t repeat myself."

"...he’s here, my lord."

"Who?"

"Atticus Ravenstein."

"..."

The generals became uneasy when Merek didn’t say anything. They swallowed as they looked up, and froze. Merek was smiling. A slow, mad, scalding smile.

"You’re positive?"

"Yes, my lord. The bounty confirmed it."

Merek’s eyes glowed red hot.

’Finally.’

The one he’d been waiting for had finally arrived. The child that had dared go against the Redflames. That had dared kill two of his sons and humiliated him.

’Atticus Ravenstein.’

Steam hissed from Merek’s burning skin.

"Where is he?"

The generals exchanged fearful glances, unsure of who would answer. They flinched as Merek’s aura slammed down on them.

"T-the northern peripheral, m-my lord!" one of them answered.

Merek frowned.

’That’s too far...’

The viscount layer had been designed specifically for viscounts. Its vastness could not be stressed. Though they were gods of unimaginable powers, trying to cross such large distances would still take time.

’I can’t give him time to gain power.’

True willers were dangerous and unpredictable. As a newly ascended baron, Atticus had defeated two of his sons with multiple minor worlds.

He’d passed the peak of the viscount layer, but allowing Atticus to grow would be a mistake.

"Who’s close to him?"

The generals thought quickly.

"Master Emberion and Lady Pyra... my lord. They’re currently dealing with the minor factions operating in that region."

’Those two...’

They were two of his children, among others who’d made it to the viscount layer.

’They should be enough.’

They were at least mid viscount level. For a newly ascended viscount, true will or not, they should be more than enough.

"Alert them. Have them bring him to me alive. Do it now."

"As you wish..."

The generals bowed deeply, then vanished to fulfil his orders.

Merek turned to the ruined city. Only ash and smoke remained. The air trembled around his body.

Now he understood the thrill.

’He’s finally here.’

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